I'll tell you the ballad of
Timothy
Beggs.
No antenna and hairy legs.
A couple of fangs and poison glands
and a negative attitude.
Tim left home, hit a very low ebb
Off to make a life for the on the web
His mummy ate his daddy,
their love went wrong
So who could
Timothy trust?
You can't guide a spider out of
trouble if he won't listen to you
He'll soon find himself on the wrong side
of the stomping foot or insecticide
Tim hits kids with arachnid kids
Hanging out in cupboards
and saucepan lids
Scaring the humans out of their wits
By trying to act real cool
You can't got a spider out of trouble
If he won't listen to you
He'll soon find himself on the wrong side
Of the stomping foot or
insecticide
Timothy
Beggs met his doom
Crushed by a thong in a
dark bathroom
Crushing his thorax and abdomen
Spreading green and yellow gloom
If he can't guide a spider out of trouble,
if he won't listen to you, he'll soon find
himself on the wrong side of the
stomping foot or insecticide.
If he can't guide a spider out of trouble,
if he won't listen to you, he'll soon find
himself on the wrong side of the stomping foot or
insecticide.
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